The Billionaire Spy Secretary

David smith was not experienced in the art of covert operations. He tugged at his collar, which seemed to be getting tighter and tighter as the seconds ticked by. He kept glancing around the room, as if he was expecting someone to jump out and startle him. His gaze shifted to the beautiful young secretary who was sitting in front of him. He had never seen her in the office before. Her name plate said Mia Campbell and she gave him a sweet smile. Instead of smiling back, he looked over at the woman sitting next to him to see if she was as anxious as he was. She was the epitome of calm.

She didn't look around the room in fear, but with the inquisitiveness of an explorer. She wasn't perched on the edge of her seat, but rather leaned back, one leg crossed over the other. Twirling a piece of her dark brown hair in her fingers, she smiled back at Mia. David opened his mouth to say something, anything to her, but the intercom on Mia's desk beeped, interrupting him. He watched as the young blonde, who was probably more of an ornament than a functional employee to her elderly employer, reached out and pressed a button. "Mr. Smith, Mr. carter will see you now," she said. He got up and told the brunette, "Uh, wait here," vaguely, and she nodded with a smile that could have soothed an enraged elephant. He walked past Mia into the large office that was behind the grand oak doors. Outside the large window panes, dusk had fallen, providing the backdrop to the man who was in the room. John Carter was sitting behind his desk, leaning back, his fingertips touching. The man himself and the large oil painting of him that hung above his head watched as David crossed the room.

David cleared his throat. "I see you've got yourself a new secretary," he said.

John chuckled. "She's a looker, isn't she?" he asked, "The other one was getting a bit too clingy with her questions and need for commitment. She had to go. Maia isn't like that at all."

"Mia ," David corrected, tugging at his collar once more, "Her name is Mia."

John shrugged. "All the same. Anyway, we're not here to talk about my beautiful woman. We're here to talk about yours. Did you bring her?" he asked.

"Yeah," David nodded and pointed to the door, "She's outside."

"And is she as attractive as her pictures?"

David cringed hearing someone as old as john calling such a young woman hot. "Even better. She's gorgeous," he said, honestly.

"And no one knows we're behind this?" the older man asked.

David shook his head. "It's not like she belongs to an agency. No one can link it back to us."

"What did you describe her as?"

"A chameleon for hire," David said, "She can become anything you want her to. She comes highly recommended."

"And you're sure she can do the job?" John asked.

"She's impressive," David said, "If anyone can catch his eye, she can."

"Good," john nodded, "Bring her in. Let's meet our seductress."

David walked back to the door and opened it, beckoning to the girl.

John fixed his gaze towards the door.

When Sophia Adams entered the room, she made an entrance. Her dark brown hair was styled with the elegance of a vintage movie star and she carried herself with the aura of nobility. Bright blue eyes were framed by thick eyelashes and she had every making of a femme fatale.

She strode across the room to the waiting man with the grace and indifference of a bored runway model.

John made sure his expression remained indifferent. "You're taller than you look in your pictures," he said, offhandedly.

Sophia raised one shoulder, highlighting her clavicle, with a small, flirtatious smile. "I'm a lot more than what I seem in photographs," she replied in a sultry voice.

David watched as john leaned back in his chair, slightly amused by her response.

"Spin for me," he said, motioning with his index finger.

Sophia slowly twirled around, allowing both men to admire her figure in the flattering dress she wore.

John had a small, triumphant smile on his face. He looked at Scarlett with hooded eyes and gestured to the seat before him. "You may sit," he said.

Sophia delicately placed herself in a chair and David roughly sat down next to her.

"Now," john leaned across the table, "What is your name?"

"Sophia adams," she replied.

"Do you know why you're here?" John asked.

"You need my skills," the young woman answered, crossing one leg elegantly over the other, "And I am here to provide them."

"Good. Are you familiar with corporate espionage, Ms. Adams?"

"Let's not put labels that may get us in trouble," Sophia said. "You need information about a business rival and someone on the inside to get it for you, and that is where I come in."

"Yes, Ms. Adams. You will be our spy," John said, "A rather beautiful one at that."

Sophia didn't respond, but smiled.

"You will be David's assistant," he said and David nodded.

"How does being his assistant get you information about someone else?" Sophia asked.

The men laughed. "The man we want to get at won't just take someone on willy-nilly, Ms. Adams. He will be a difficult person to win over. I hope that isn't a problem for you."

Sophia shrugged. "I enjoy a good challenge."

"Well, your first challenge will be to prove to be an indispensable secretary to David," john explained, "And then, we make him come to you."

Sophia nodded.

"Are you ready to meet your target?" John asked, with a smirk.

"Always," Sophia said confidently.

John nodded to David, who stood. "I'll let you know how things went," he said to the older man and the latter nodded.

"Ms. Adams, you will come and meet me whenever I call you. Is that understood?"

John asked a question, and Sophie stood up. "I won't let my job get in the way of me coming here to give you updates," she said confidently. Sophia raised his eyebrows and then nodded. He waved his hand to dismiss them. "Take care of her, David," he said.

Sophia quickly interjected before David could agree. "With all due respect, Mr. Carter, I don't need to be taken care of. I can do that perfectly well on my own, just as I can do the job you've assigned me to." John let out a chuckle, while David looked like he was about to faint from nervousness. He quickly guided Sophia to the door.

Before they could leave, John's voice rang out. "Ms. Adams, I'm sure it goes without saying, but complete discretion is required. If not, there will be consequences." Sophia glanced at him over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "It goes without saying," she replied.

Outside the office, night had fallen and David smith was leading this beautiful woman to his town car, ready to take her out for the night and prepare her for her latest job. "Don't initiate any contact with him tonight," David advised Sophia as they drove towards the Chateau. "If he seeks you out, don't let on who you are, but if not, don't engage. Let him wonder who you are."

Sophia gave David a small smile. "This isn't my first rodeo," she said. David chuckled, nervously. He pulled at his collar again. Sophia reached out and took his hand in hers. "Everything will go perfectly," she said in a soothing tone. David felt most of the tensions of the earlier meeting lifting off of him. Glancing at Sophia's profile, David was almost uneasy with the plan they were hatching. As soon as the driver pulled up at the entrance to the Chateau, David stumbled out before he could talk himself out of it. Even he had a lot riding on Sophia's success.

Sophia easily linked her arm with David's and let him lead her inside as if they had been doing so for years. As they walked through into the casino, David knew that Sophia was the key to their entire plan.

Maybe it was her daring neckline, or the fact that not many of the Chateau ladies had the courage or creativity to wear something so bold. Maybe it was the aura of power that Sophia had, like she was in control of the world. Maybe it was just her undeniable beauty. Whatever it was, it had an effect on the party. Everyone in the room stopped to look at Sophia and wonder who this gorgeous woman was. Conversations hushed and the usually snobby guests at the casino, who never paid attention to anyone new, were suddenly captivated by the stunning newcomer who was gliding down the hallway in red.

Sophia wore her smile like armor and seemed to be empowered by the people staring, rather than feeling insecure like most women David had encountered. She never faltered. She held her head high and strutted down the hallway like a powerful woman. David held the door to the casino floor open for her, feeling inadequate to be her escort. The smile Sophia gave him made it all worthwhile.

When they entered the casino floor, there was a brief pause in the sound of gambling as the room turned to look at her. Sophia smiled and the world went back to its business. She followed David to a corner of the room, where he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket to pretend to be busy, but he was really scanning the room. He turned away and whispered to her. "The man in the dark blue suit standing near the roulette table with dark hair," he said, "That is the guy."

Sophia straightened and looked around the room, trying to get a feel of the businessmen, when a waiter stopped near her. "A love martini for you, ma'am," he said, offering her a red drink, "Courtesy of the gentleman at the bar." Levi martins was an impressive man. He was tall and broad and carried himself with the utmost importance. His hair was dark and his eyes were the most striking green that Sophia had ever seen. His shoulders looked strong, his hands looked like they could do many things and his long fingers that raked his hair looked artistic Sophia glanced around the room and noticed a strange man raising his glass to her. She smiled and took the glass off the tray. Suddenly, she spotted an eerily familiar figure leaving the room and stiffened. David touched her arm and she jumped. "It's me," he said, looking at the drink in her hand. "Let's take a lap around the room," he suggested.

Sophia heart was racing, so she quickly put down the drink and took David's hand. She whispered to him, "Be ready to leave," with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Why?" he asked. She replied, "Always leave them wanting more."

They went over to the roulette table, where levi was. Sophia removed her hand from David's arm and walked up to the croupier, who was getting ready to spin the wheel. She looked at him with her bewitching smile and asked, "May I spin the wheel?" He chuckled and said, "Just once." She smiled broadly and stepped closer to him. "Once is all I need," she said.

The gamblers watched as Sophia spun the wheel with contagious delight. When it stopped, they cheered and applauded her. She demurely retreated and rejoined David, not even glancing at levi martins, who was watching her. She tugged David towards the door and they left.

Once outside, David asked, "Why are we leaving so early?" Sophia smirked and said, "Believe me, we've made an impression."

Levi was all dressed up and holding a cup of coffee as he read the morning paper, seated at his kitchen island. The sound of high-heeled shoes clicking against the tile made him look up from the words of his paper as the woman from the night before came into view. She smiled at him, flipping her curly blonde hair over her shoulder. "Good morning," he said in a low voice, making her giggle. "Would you like some coffee?" He gestured to the pot on the counter. The young girl stepped closer, her handbag clutched in her hands, and stood right next to him, leaning against him, trying to get a kiss. "I could think of something else I'd like more," she said, seductively. Levi laughed and put down his paper. "I told you last night was strictly business, Hannah," he said firmly. "We had a nice time, but that's it."

Hannah glanced around as levi returned to his paper. "Should I just go?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him, hoping he would say no. "I'd rather you left before my housekeeper arrives," levi replied, smiling. He put down his paper. "Do you need money for a cab home?"

The young woman stood up and rolled her eyes. "I don't need anything from you, levi," she snapped and marched to the door. When levi heard it slam shut, he picked up his paper and went back to his morning routine. The outbursts of his various one-time female companions no longer fazed him.

The only things that interested him were his business and the ways to make it successful and profitable; likely the goals that made him a billionaire at such a young age and what made his company so renowned. It's probably also the reason Levi's personal life had none of the luxuries of his professional one.

There was no time or consideration in his life for anyone who did not directly have a beneficial effect on his company. This meant that most of his relationships were purely physical and transactional in nature; there were never any emotions involved and it was always one night.

There was that one exception, but the young business mogul doesn't think about that anymore.

There was also no time for tardiness in Levi's life and everything and everyone around him had to adjust to that mentality; he did not like to be kept waiting.

Levi walked into his office precisely at nine in the morning as usual and his secretary, the motherly woman who made sure his professional life was on track, got up. "You have a meeting this morning, child," she said to him, following him into his office. Maya, his secretary, maternal and caring, had been with him since the beginning.

Levi turned to face maya, the only one who seemed to be able to call him anything other than his name. "I know," he said, with a frown, "I'll leave at ten. It starts at ten-thirty." Maya gave him a look and waved her glasses. "I don't know why you even need me," she said.

Levi deadpanned, "I keep you for your looks," and maya laughed. "Well, I'm going to be filing the documents from the last venture in the file room," she said, "If you need anything, just holler."

Levi shrugged, not looking at her and rifling through the files on his desk. "Maya, can you run an errand for me this afternoon?" Maya popped her head back in. "You know I can't, sugar. Those interns are coming in today so I have to keep an eye on them." Levi groaned to himself. A secretary, a driver and a housekeeper didn't seem to be enough. It seemed as if there was room for one other little helper in his life.

On the other side of town, Sophia Adam arrived at david smith office right on time, earning her many stares from the people in the building. She beamed at david, who was standing outside his office door, ready to welcome her. "You're right on time, Ms. Adams," he said, feeling lame. Sophia gave him her easy smile. "I have an impression to make," she said. "Well, levi won't be here till ten-thirty, so until then, you can have a seat at that desk," he pointed to the desk outside his door, "And answer the calls that come in. If there isn't anyone on the list on your desk, tell them to call back later." "Sure thing," Sophia said, chirpily, glancing around.

David returned to his desk, leaving his door open so he could keep an eye on Sophia. She had dressed herself with a professional air, and David was beginning to understand her talents and the influence she had on people. His phone rang, and the name on the caller ID made him roll his eyes - he knew what the call was about.

"Smith's," jack Bailey voice came through the line.

"Hey, jack," David replied, wearily.

Jack chuckled. "I'm guessing you know why I'm calling. Luke told me you won't tell him who that girl was."

"Luke's a jerk," David said simply.

"So, who was she?" Jack asked. "She was a looker."

David cleared his throat. "Someone I work with."

"What's her name?"

"Jack, I know Luke will get this info out of you, so I'm not telling you," David said.

"Are you sleeping with her?" Jack asked bluntly.

David stammered, making jack laugh. "It's cool, man. I won't judge."

"I'm not sleeping with her," David said.

"Can one of us?"

"What's gotten into you?" David asked, knowing this was unlike jack.

"I don't know, man," jack laughed. "There's something about her. I mean, if levi martins was staring at her, there must be something."

"Levi was staring at her?" David asked, almost hopefully.

"Yeah, man, I gotta go," jack said. "I won't tell Luke."

David sat down and leaned back in his chair. Ever since the night before, he had been bombarded with questions about the mysterious and captivating brunette he had brought to the Chateau. He looked at the unopened emails in his inbox with the subject lines reading "That girl", "The brunette with you", or "That Babe from the Other Night".

Sophia had certainly made an impression on the group at the Chateau, and if jack was right and Levi had been staring at her, their plan might just work. When ten-thirty rolled around, David left his office.

"You stay here. I'll be back in a few hours," he said.

David walked into the conference room and was welcomed by the friendly chatter of his counterparts from various companies. His gaze wandered over to levi, who was talking to janet Williams.

"Hey everyone, can we start the meeting?" David said, and everyone took a seat, but the chatter didn't die down.

Elizabeth Lucas , the editor-in-chief of the most prestigious financial periodical in the city, rolled her eyes with a knowing smile and stood up, leaning over the table. "Folks," she said, getting the attention of everyone in the room, "I'm sure most of you," she glanced at all the men in the room, "except for Clark and Bailey , are very curious to know who it was that David brought to the Chateau last night." Eyebrows shot up and the women looked incredibly amused.

"But let's get to work, okay? You can ask about the pretty brunette on your own time, luke," Elizabeth said.

Luke held up his arms in defense and the businesspeople got down to their meeting.

It was two hours before the meeting was over and David was approached by none other than levi martins, who uncharacteristically lingered at the back of the crowd. He was usually one of the first out the door, ready to get back to work.

"Levi," David nodded.

"Can I talk to you, David?" Levi asked, clapping David on the shoulder. The latter nodded and led levi up to his office.

Sophia raised her head and saw the men approaching from afar. She got up, seeing levi. The men Sophia had met very much enjoyed intrigue and chase, and something told her that levi martins wouldn't be much different.

She picked up a file from her desk. The less levi got to spend in her presence, the more he would want exactly that.

Sophia clutched the file to her chest and began to stride in the direction the two men were coming from. Levi noticed her first, being acutely aware of his surroundings.

Sophia smiled at him, the kind of smile that makes you feel like you just received a gift. She breezed past the two men, not stopping but grazing Levi's shoulder.

He looked over his shoulder as she walked away from him. Outside David's office, he glanced at the name on her desk.

"She's your secretary," levi said to David as they entered his office.

"What?" David asked, pretending not to know what levi was talking about.

"Sophia Adams," levi said, unbuttoning his jacket.

David adjusted his suit jacket and sat down. "I've treated myself to a new eye-candy secretary," he said, raising an eyebrow.

Levi chuckled. "Pretty? She's gorgeous!"

David shrugged. "I know she looks good, but she's a great worker. She's always on time, anticipates my needs, and does her job perfectly. I've only had her for a few days, but she's really good at what she does."

Levi's jaw tensed as he smiled a small, crooked smile. "I really appreciate someone with a good work ethic," he said. "Too bad I didn't get to meet her."

David nodded vaguely. "She's off doing her job. Her efficiency is commendable."

Levi got up and buttoned his suit. "I could use someone like her," he said, deep in thought.

"What?" David asked.

"Nothing," levi replied. "It was nice to see you, David. I'll catch you later."

As levi left, David reached for the phone on his desk and dialed john Carter.

"Hello?" came the older man's voice.

"Levi martins took the bait," David said.

Isabella Brown was the epitome of elegance. She carried herself with the grace of a duchess and always looked like she was on the silver screen. Even in her early seventies, her white hair was always styled, her nails manicured, and her water aerobics classes kept her figure trim. She was the envy of all the widows at the club.

That evening, Isabella was looking through her old photo albums when she was graced with a visit from one of her favorite people in the world. Sophia flopped down on the chaise lounge next to her and asked, "What are we looking at?"

"My early days with miles," Isabella said, trailing her fingers over the black and white photos of her and her deceased husband. "He didn't look much older than me here," Sophia said, tapping the pictures.

"He really started to look his age after he took over his father's business," the older lady explained. She sighed. "I was a real lost cause. He saved me."

"You never needed to be saved," Sophia said, leaning back.

"No woman needs to be saved," Isabella said, shutting the album, "But I wanted him to save me. I was in love with him, you know."

"I know," Sophia replied.

Isabella turned to her young companion and raised her eyebrows. "You're dressed up," she commented.

Sophia huffed. "Yeah, I have a new job."

"I'm guessing you're not a secretary," Isabella said with a smile.

Mrs. Brown said, knowing all about Sophia's various jobs. She also knew Sophia well enough to understand that the girl was meant for bigger and better things than sitting behind a desk all her life.

"Not quite," Sophia replied, "I have to get some intel on this one businessman and pass it on to someone else."

"Explain," Mrs. Brown prompted.

"Well, there are two businessmen, David and john, who hired me to get information on one of their business rivals," Sophia explained, "But he's not the type you can easily get info from, so they need someone on the inside. So, I'm supposed to get close to him."

"So, like corporate espionage?" Isabella asked, and Sophia nodded.

"Remember what I taught you," Isabella said.

"Businessmen are at their weakest when you make them feel like the most powerful person in the room," Sophia said, recalling her lessons.

"Exactly," the older lady nodded, "You'll get to the man in no time. Don't forget to read the books he has on his shelves. That's how you learn their secrets."

"I won't," Sophia promised. She was quiet for a moment, fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

It was Mrs. Brown's hand covering her own that brought her back to reality.

"What's bothering you, dear?" she asked, her Dutch childhood coming back to her.

Sophia sighed. "Yesterday, David - one of the guys that hired me - took me to the Chateau and I could have sworn that I saw _"

"Let me stop you," Mrs. Brown raised a finger, "We don't dwell on bad men of the past."

"It just scared me a little."

"We don't fear bad men of the past, either," Mrs. Brown said firmly.

Isabella leaned in and bumped her shoulder against Sophia's, like they were sixteen again. "So, tell me, my darling," she said mischievously, "this target of yours. Is he handsome?"

Sophia laughed at her friend's antics. "Aren't they all?" Isabella gave her a knowing look. "A good villain must always have some pizzazz," she said, "otherwise, the story isn't worth telling."

"Am I the villain, Isabel?" Sophia asked, slouching. "I'm the one trying to steal information."

"You have a lot of pizzazz," Isabella said, squeezing Sophia's chin gently. "Your parents would have been proud of you."

"I don't know," Sophia said, reluctantly.

"Well, I'm proud of you," Isabella said, taking Sophia's hand. "You've come a long way from the shy little girl I met eight years ago."

"Thanks, Isabella," Sophia gave her a small smile. "So, what's your plan exactly?"

Sophia let her head drop back. "Just keep him wanting more, with a hint of mystery," she said, repeating the things Isabella Brown had taught her during their friendship. "What does he like?"

"I think he mostly just likes winning," Sophia answered. "I think he's going to try and poach me from my current employer just because I'm this shiny new thing he doesn't have."

"What does he look like?" Isabella asked.

"He's tall and broad and has dark hair. He has the most striking green eyes I've ever seen," Sophia replied.

"Sit up and look at me," Isabella said.

Sophia straightened herself and looked the lady dead in her pale blue eyes. "This man is your target, not your boyfriend," she said.

Isabella reminded Sophia, "Do you understand?" Sophia laughed. "I've had my fair share of handsome men, and I'm sure they were even more attractive than levi martins . Don't worry, I won't be falling for his flirting."

Isabella smiled. "You've been taken in by your share of flirting, my darling. Don't you remember Jack Richards?"

Sophia made a face. "I was just a teenager when I was with him. I've learnt a lot since then, thanks to you, Isabella."

Isabella nodded. "When I first met you, you needed some help, but look at you now - you've transformed into a beautiful social butterfly."

Sophia giggled. "I knew you'd give me the boost I needed, Isabella. I should go now. I'm going to get some dinner and turn in early. I'm sure tomorrow will be a busy day."

She kissed Isabella on the cheek and stood up. "I'll see you soon. You keep yourself safe, Sky. You know what I say: if they give you trouble, show them you're no angel."

Both women laughed and Sophia walked out of Isabella's townhouse. She crossed the street and walked towards the entrance of her building.

Sophia noticed a sleek, black town car that had pulled up to the curb, but she kept walking, knowing it wasn't for her.

The rear door opened and a well-dressed man stepped out and smiled at Sophia. He had dark blond hair and a charming demeanor, but Sophia knew better than to trust men like him.

"Ms. Adams," he said, like he was an old friend, "levi martins would like to meet you. Would you come with me?"